Sex and OD! Sheesh, that's a humongous subject. Personally, I try to get to at least date 3 before doing 'the deed' if I really like someone. I know that sounds a bit contrived (and, of course, it doesn't always work!) and even go so far as not to carry out de-forestation of the legs etc to deter myself. For me, if I've got as far as date 3, I am a bit more certain about whether that elusive 'spark' is there. I've recently had two dates that were overly sexual on the first date. No. 1 was clearly pissed off that he didn't get past first base on the first date - and more or less said that he was looking for someone more 'tactile'. Really!? We were in a parked car, in a residential street with very bright street lights and.....and.....people walking past the car! (Now I've written that, the word 'dogging' comes to mind....hmmmm?) It was a shame as we'd got on so well and I was thinking that it may have been the start of something. The second one (I've just seen he's winked at me again on Match! Sheesh!) was a little too 'hands on' but also (apart from the 'Octopus Syndrome') seemed to be a possibility. We'd had a really lovely meal in the Jamie Oliver restaurant, endless chat, eye contact etc). Fended him off sufficiently NOT to get arrested in Cambridge town centre and came home with hopeful thoughts. The message he sent me the next day, however, was full of the graphic details what he had enjoyed doing with me/to me the previous night! Well, sorry Mr Telecom, it was NOT me you were doing those things with! (I may have imbibed one or two lemon sherbets but I would have remembered THAT!). And so, cue my OD theme tune - "Another One Bites The Dust"!
Now off to chase that elusive thing that is sleep. Night all. x